Novel & Cerita Born Loser Comic

"What does he want?" "To control me. Same as always." Sebastian looked away. "He cut me off financially last year. Thought I'd come crawling back. Instead, I started working under the table, living in a shithole apartment, eating ramen three times a week. The scholarship is my way out. If I win, I don't need him. If I lose..." He didn't finish. "If you lose, you go back to your family?" "If I lose, I have no choice." He finally looked at her. "So you see why I need this. Why I can't afford to care about anything else."

Lara "Are you planning on going back there to visit," I asked, not really wanting an answer, but kind of curious. It's stupid to ask, I know, but I just can't help it. Why do I ask uncomfortable questions that may or may not hurt, who knows. Apparently, I like to live in pain. "We, both will go when the Green's let us know when there are changes," Orion said. I couldn't say much, so I just nodded my head. "You ok," Crown asked. I nodded my head again. "What was that? I couldn't hear you," Crown said. Annoyingly, I lifted my head and rolled my eyes at him. He chuckled, "I don't speak that language," he said. Orion started to laugh now. "You two suck," I said and continued sulking just a littl

“No. I gave her the chance to save herself.” He kissed my temple softly. “That’s why they’ll never win. Because you never give up on us.” I didn’t answer. Because I wasn’t sure I deserved those words. But I would earn them. One war, one soul, one broken girl at a time.

I send. He replies almost immediately. I deserve that. Who is it you think you see? I send back. The one who knocks? Walter white? He sends and I burst out laughing. He got the reference of my message, it’s from a popular tv show breaking bad. Walter white talking to his wife Skylar. Before I could reply, my phone started ringing. It was Cassian. I answered and put it on speaker as I undressed, peeling off my tennis clothes. "You were great today," Cassian said, diving straight into the conversation without a greeting.

I declare firmly before smirking. Josh, as the biggest loser, would have to come in second because he can't be the winner of losing, so he's still a loser even at being a loser.

At that instant, the corner of her lips lifted to form a smirk, and running her hand through her hair, she stated in a complacent manner: “Loser, every single one of you! Hahaha! Goddamn, weaklings! And on top of that, all of you’re sore losers who looks fucking ugly. Might I mention that your breath stinks as well. This is so nauseating. Damn! This place is disgusting, just like all of you. Bunch of lowlifes. Coming here to lick each others wound. Too pathetic I swear. You shouldn’t even be coming to gambling since all you do is lose. Is it fun to earn consecutive loses? How does it feel like? Since I never got to experience it, I am curious. What? What? What are you glaring at? Someone lik

I imagined it, no, it was obvious that it had to be him and in fact, I felt great satisfaction to see him lying on the floor, complaining about the pain, he had well deserved it for what he did to me, he deserved even more punishment, what a little man that idiot had turned out to be! But there was someone else, another person who accompanied and helped him, a guy who was also wearing an innkeeper's costume, only that, due to his body structure, he was much thinner and smaller. I walked over to the person in costume who was struggling to break free from the security guard's grip, and when he raised his face to show me a satisfied smile, I couldn't contain myself.

She could easily grab me and knock on the ground. Whistle! No one could believe that the highest-paid wrestler can be so worst. I was tired as hell, my body was aching. I couldn't move, nor I could sense anything. The cycle continued until I was declared to be a loser. Yes, I had lost the tournament. After four consecutive wins, I lost this tournament without winning a single round, making myself the worst athlete in history. I was lying on the surface while huffing. My body had given up responding when some volunteers lifted me to the vanity.